“Hello, is this Mr. Henderson?” There was no real reason for me to pick up the phone. The spam app on my cell called out . . .
This isn’t your typical story, but I hope you will take some time, read it anyway, and help me figure this out. I’m hiding at . . .
Teetering on the crest of a marbled bluff, overlooking a field of wilting wildflowers, stands a lightning scarred red birch known as the Judgement Tree. . . .
Death was never a choice for me. I can still feel it like it happened yesterday. The pain isn’t what haunts me, more the shock . . .
My phone buzzed. A text from Eric flashed on the screen, come on, please? my treat. Royal House is the best restaurant in the city. Four . . .
I was restless, reckless, and bored — a dangerous combination. While binge drinking in a nameless dive bar, on a particularly frigid winter day, I . . .
He came with the blooming flowers, just as the first taste of spring arrived. Ragged, torn clothes falling off his skeletal frame, the man crawled . . .
As I got older, my friends’ parents began to die. Secretly, I was intensely jealous of their pain, not that I could never express this . . .
Three hundred and twenty years have passed since my father kicked the crate: the crate that held Margaret Bingham, an accused Salem witch. I will . . .
“Has anyone tried to finish Mr. Riddles’ Halloween Challenge?” ________ I’m a sucker for puzzles. Give me a brain teaser, and I will likely think . . .